Thursday, May 30, 2013

Sneak Peek of "Let's Ride"



“You’ll pull the trigger too soon. I’ve been loaded and ready for months, just twitching to take aim at you.”

“Then get us somewhere fast before I decide to take you behind the wheel.”

Hot lust punched him in the gut. He reached down, put his hand over hers and pressed it harder against his erection. “You sure you’re ready?” They didn’t have far to go before they reached the road. He wanted to give her a chance to back out.

“Weston, if you don’t pull this truck over soon, I’m going to get naked and sit myself right down in your lap. You won’t have a choice but to pull over and every hillbilly on this road is going to know what’s happening in here.”

Part of him didn’t mind that thought. Her straddling him, riding him, those breasts that had been taunting him for the past few months right there in his face. Fuck yeah, he could do that. The other part didn’t want anyone seeing her naked, not even a peek.
“Open the glove box, honey. Get me out a condom.” He released her hand. She opened the glove box and chuckled.

As she pulled out the large box he nearly blushed. Okay, so he wanted to be prepared when the time came. The road came into sight. He slowed, turned off and eased up behind some trees. The truck had barely stopped before Vicki opened the door and bailed out. She ran to the back, climbed up in the bed and knocked on the window.

“What are you waiting for, country boy?”




Let's Ride, available now at Ellora's Cave

Sunday, May 26, 2013

"Let's Ride" Is Speeding Your Way!


In the mood for a hot, fun, read? I've got just the story for you.

Let's Ride is the latest release from Robby Mills and it's coming May 29 from Ellora's Cave.

This short story features a good ole country boy and a hot little lady out for an evening of romance. So our hero West has to dodge a few bullets, outrun the cops and duck a sledgehammer-sized fist. Saucy little Vicki makes it all worth his while.

Click on the title above to go to the buy page. Once there, click on the magnifying glass at the corner of the cover and then once again, click on the excerpt link for a sneak peek.

Everyone needs a little excitement in their lives. Oh, and even though this story is released under the EC Men's Line, trust me, women will love it.

Happy thoughts brings happy results!

Friday, April 26, 2013

"Whiskey Bottle Lover" Excerpt and Buy Link!

Today is the day! My latest is out and ready for eager eyes to devour the story of Chance and her mystical genie Hayes.

Here's a sneak peek at these two unique people and their explosive romance.

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“You like old bottles?” an older woman asked.

Chance smiled. “I like everything old.” She turned the bottle over, admired the way the glass swirled at the bottom and decided it might look charming on her kitchen windowsill with a few fresh flowers in it. “How much?”

“One dollar?”

“Sold.” She paid the woman, tucked the bottle into her jacket pocket and made arrangements with the gentleman to pick up her lumber.

Eager to get home and borrow the neighbor’s truck, Chance rushed to her car, tossed the bottle on the passenger’s side floor and forgot about it. The next three hours consisted of running to the neighbor’s, undergoing twenty questions about why she needed the truck, returning to the old farm, dropping her lumber at her barn and then returning the truck, followed by another twenty questions. When she pulled up in front of her shop she felt as though she’d already put in twelve hours of work.

“Wasn’t sure you’d make it in today.”

Jenny Marshal, a seventy-eight-year-old woman who kept after the shop for her, sat outside in the warm sun in an unsafe lawn chair. She and Jenny had adopted each other when Chance first opened the place. Jenny would wander in every day, look things over, chat, tell a few stories and, before Chance knew it, had become a confidante. Jenny had become the closest thing to a grandmother Chance ever had.

“I wish you would throw that old chair out,” she said, grabbing a box from her car and walking toward the door. “It’s going to collapse and you’re going to get hurt. I’ll be very angry if you get hurt, Jenny.”

“It’s a little ragged around the edges but still strong enough to hold this ass,” Jenny replied. “Find anything good today?”

Chance held her breath as Jenny pushed herself up out of the chair and it wobbled, creaked and shifted sideways. When Jenny left today Chance was throwing that dangerous piece of crap out. “I have a few boxes we can go through and I bought some old, rough lumber at that farm sale. I should be able to make some beautiful pieces out of it.”

“I have no doubt.” Jenny followed her inside. “Debbie from the flower shop came in and bought all your vases this morning, said the vintage look was doing well for her.”

“That’s great. Did you sell anything else?” Chance moved to the computer and sat down. She checked the bids on her items listed and grinned. Not bad—two of the five items were already over the reserve. It looked as though she’d be able to pay her bills next month.

“We had a couple come in and spend a lot of time looking over that light fixture you created. My gut says they’ll come back to buy it.”

“Now that would be great.” She’d put hours into cleaning up the old strips of metal and twisting them, polishing, welding them to a base and wiring the light. “Let’s go through the boxes and see what we’ve got.”

She and Jenny spent the rest of the afternoon picking out what could be used and what needed to be tossed. She’d done well. They found a small wooden jewelry box with a few antique pieces in the clutter. Even the jewelry box could be sold for a nice profit after a little cleaning up.

“I think it’s time to call it a day, Jenny. I’m bushed.” Chance yawned and her stomach growled.

“You need to eat more,” Jenny groused. “I know you didn’t have lunch and I bet you didn’t eat breakfast either.”

“Don’t worry, Jenny. I pulled out the last of the frozen lasagna you gave me this morning. I’ll be eating just fine tonight.”

Jenny nodded. “I’ll get busy on filling your freezer tonight.”

“You don’t have to do that. I’m a big girl and can cook for myself.” She’d never admit it but having someone worry over her the way Jenny did filled her heart.

Jenny made an annoyed sound. “I’ve tasted your cooking. You’ll waste away to nothing.”

She had a point. Cooking wasn’t something Chance excelled at. Never having anyone to teach her, she simply didn’t develop an interest. “I think I’m offended.”

“Don’t care. I’ll see you tomorrow and don’t stay up all night, young lady.” Jenny waddled out the front door and when she disappeared out of sight, Chance grabbed the old lawn chair and took it around back to the garbage. Tomorrow there would be a new one to replace it.

Done for the day and ready to slip into her yoga pants and tank top, Chance locked up and headed out. It wasn’t until she pulled into her driveway and the old bottle rolled on the floor that she remembered it. Snatching it up, she went inside, put it on her counter and put the thawed lasagna in the oven.

A quick change of clothes, a nice fire in the fireplace and the day came to a pleasant close. She pulled a chilled bottle of wine from the fridge and poured a glass, and saw the old bottle again. Chance snatched it up, somewhat ignored the tingle in her arm and tried to tug the cork out. No matter how hard she twisted, pulled and stabbed the thing with a knife, it wouldn’t come out.

Abandoning the idea of opening it, she grabbed a cloth, wet it down and began to rub the thick layer of dirt away. The more she rubbed, the warmer and stronger the tingle in her arm became. It even seemed the glass itself vibrated.

“What the hell?” The bottle jumped in her hand, pulsed and then shot into the air. Chance froze in place as it hung there in front of her, suspended by nothing. The cork popped free with a thunk, releasing a thick, green mist into the air.

Unable to move, rooted to the floor and paralyzed by fear, she could only think that she’d unleashed some toxic chemical into the air. Instincts had her holding her breath as she watched the cloud roll and gather only feet from her. Oddly, it didn’t dissipate but stretched into a six-foot column as it hovered over the floor.

Her lungs burned, her heart raced and a cold sweat broke out all over her body as she watched the vapor form what looked like a hand and grab the bottle. But it couldn’t be a hand, could it? Sure looked like one though. Oh shit, what the hell was happening?
Hallucinating, that’s what it was. She’d breathed in the fumes and now her brain was slowly melting. Yep, had to be because now the mist began to take the shape of a human and things like that didn’t happen. Except, legs were forming, a waist, torso, wide shoulders, thick arms and oh crap, there was the head.

Her knees wobbled and then clanked together. Every muscle in her body quivered so fiercely she thought for sure she’d shake apart. The foggy form tipped its head back and let out a low, rumbling groan that sent icy fright thundering through her bloodstream. With teeth chattering, she tried to move her legs, ordered them to run, do something.

Slowly the green haze cleared, starting at the floor. Chance shifted her gaze there and to her shock and amazement a pair of worn cowboy boots appeared along with the hem of ragged jeans. She blinked several times, reminded herself this was all a trick of her poisoned mind, but continued to follow the denim up parted legs. Strong legs with a narrow waist.

Chance sucked in a much needed gulp of air as the chest became clearer. Broad with wide shoulders, covered in a faded black shirt. The sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, revealing defined muscles in the lower arm. Wow, did she know how to hallucinate or what? And then the face cleared. Chance’s eyes grew wide at the sight of the hard, chiseled features staring back at her. Square jaw, slightly crooked nose and dark, gleaming eyes were things of fantasy. They shouldn’t be standing in her kitchen.

Not in your kitchen, she reminded herself. Hallucination, that or I’ve gone batshit crazy. Still, she couldn’t stop looking at the wavy black hair hanging past his shoulders. Damn, whatever chemical she breathed in had some powerful effects on the mind.
Suddenly those gleaming eyes snapped to her face and she felt a punch to the gut and chest that actually made her whimper. Her body rocked slightly. It took everything she had not to collapse into a puddle on the floor. Well, as imaginations went hers was stellar. If you’re gonna dream up a man, do it right.

“Good evenin’, ma’am. Hayes Martin at your service.”

The low, slow drawl wrapped around her, caressed her nerve endings and made her stomach flutter and then clench. It spoke. Her new imaginary friend just spoke and he had a dreamy bedroom voice. PCP, some new form of mind-altering drug? Whatever
she’d unleashed inside her home would have an unprecedented street value. Holy cow, she could even smell him and he stank of stale whiskey.

And then he bowed, a graceful, elegant bend of the waist as if she were royalty. Too much, too damn much. Chance grew hysterical and began shaking her head, opening and closing her mouth, but words wouldn’t come. Her legs chose then to work, making her stumble backward and catch herself against the counter.

The man reached out as if wanting to catch her. She stammered, slipped to the side and almost wet herself. “No touch, no touch, no touch,” she managed, until he jerked his hand back.

“I startled you. My apologies for that, ma’am,” he told her slowly but kept his distance. “If there were some other way of leaving the bottle I assure you I would do it. Can’t tell you how many people I nearly send to an early grave with all that smoke and mirror bull.”

Chance’s gaze shot to the bottle in his hand and then back to his face. Nope, not believing it for one second. That man did not come out of that old bottle, much less a man with a Southern drawl who should be modeling underwear and tuxedos. A hysterical laugh bubbled up and out. Chance slapped her hand over her mouth but couldn’t contain it, especially when he, it, whatever, looked a bit annoyed.

“That old couple must have been playing around with a chemical kit or something,” she muttered between laughs. “Whatever they concocted, it’s good stuff. I can actually smell you and you stink.”

He frowned, the corners of his mouth dipping and his brow furrowing slightly. He raised his arm and took a sniff of his shirt and winced. He lifted the bottle and stared at it a moment.

“I need to sit down.” Chance pushed away from the counter but her legs were still weak and she stumbled again.

This time the man stepped out and caught her. She could actually feel his arm wrap around her waist, tug her close to his solid, real body. Her hand rested on his chest and she could feel his heart beating beneath her palm. Terror the likes of which she’d never experienced struck. This man was real.

Chance released a high-pitched scream, shoved away and went running into her bedroom where she retrieved her small handgun. He was real and standing in her house. For what? Half-crazed and out of her mind, Chance held the gun out in front of her, rushed back out into the kitchen and pointed it at his chest.

“Who the hell are you and what do you want?” Oh boy, if he didn’t leave she’d be forced to shoot and the way her hands were shaking, she’d hit everything but him.

“Whoa,” he said, putting his hands out in front of him. “Take it easy. No need for violence. I don’t mean you no harm, ma’am.”

“Stop calling me ma’am,” she snapped. “I’m not even thirty yet.” Chance groaned. Why the hell did she tell him that? She had to pull it together. Get her head straight.

“Just bein’ respectful,” he said in that slow drawl. “Don’t mean nothin’ by it. Please, put the gun down.”

“Get out.”

“Well, now, I can’t do that.” He lowered his arms to his sides, still holding that old bottle as if it were a lifeline.

“Yes you can. Turn yourself around and walk out the door.” Her finger twitched on the trigger.

“It ain’t that easy. Believe me, if I could, I’d be makin’ tracks.”

Chance frowned at the sad look in his eyes. He reminded her of a puppy pouting and, damn it, it tugged at her heart. “Oh no you don’t,” she groused. “I don’t know what your story is but it doesn’t involve me.”

He sighed, a heavy sound that made his chest rise and fall. Using his free hand, he scratched his jaw and then jammed his fists on his hips. “I’m afraid it does. See, you rubbed my bottle and released me. That makes you my master for a while. Until I fulfill your wishes, like it or not, you’re stuck with me.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” And she thought she’d lost her mind? This guy had gone off the edge, wallowed in insanity and come back for more. That made him dangerous.

“Okay, let me explain it this way. I’m a genie. I live in this bottle. You rubbed the bottle and released me. That means I have to grant you three wishes before I go back into my bottle and wait for the next person to rub it. Simple.”

A genie? “You’re crazy.” She needed to call the police, tell them to bring the white coat that lets you hug yourself. This guy was delusional in a grand way.

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “I thought the same thing when I was inside this infernal thing looking out.” He waved the bottle around. “After a hundred years I was forced into acceptin’ it.” He rubbed his temple. “Look, let me show you.”

With a point of his finger toward her, the gun vanished out of her hands and appeared in his. Just like that. Chance gasped, ran into her bedroom, slammed the door and locked it. Before she could grab her phone, he appeared right in front of her. With a screech she rushed out and ran for the front door. He appeared out of thin air, blocking her way.

“I can do this all night, ma’am.” He jammed his fists onto his hips again and grinned. “Although watchin’ you run around is the most fun I’ve had in a long time.”

Chance backed away slowly, shivering beneath his lazy gaze roaming down her body. Oh yeah, she was in trouble. A perverted lunatic and she had no way of escaping. Well, he’d have one hell of a fight on his hands if he had visions of violating her body. She may not be able to stop it but she sure as hell could do some damage to him.

“Stay away from me unless you want to lose vital parts of your anatomy.” She kept moving, one small step at a time.

He frowned again, tilted his head to the side and then sighed. “I’m afraid you got me all wrong, ma’am. I ain’t that kinda man. Never forced a woman to do anythin’ against her will.”

“Uh huh.” Chance was near the small hallway. She could run into her bedroom and hopefully be halfway out the window before he popped in. If she ran fast she could make it to the neighbor’s before he figured out where she’d gone.

“We really started out on the wrong foot,” he muttered, rubbing his forehead.

Chance took that single moment of distraction and dashed inside her room, slammed the door, turned the lock and ran to her window. After pushing it up she slipped her legs through and heaved her body. It wasn’t a big drop to the ground but seconds before her feet hit earth he appeared, held out his arms and caught her. She kicked, swung her arms, thrashed, did everything she could to free herself, but his strong arms held tight.

“Stop overreactin’,” he grumbled.

Chance watched in terror as he dipped his head. Warm breath washed over her ear. “Sleep.”

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Friday, March 29, 2013

Sweet on My Tongue Excerpt

Sweet on my Tongue, a new release in the EC for Men's line is up and on sale at Ellora's Cave.


Here's a quick sample of the sweetness awaiting....



Timothy Rockwell sat at the dimly lit bar casually watching people shimmy and gyrate on the dance floor. There was a time he would have been out there doing the same thing. He observed one couple dry humping to the beat, all but fucking right there in front of everyone. He couldn’t be the only one to notice. But when he glanced around, the rest of the half-drunk patrons didn’t seem to see them, that or chose to ignore the blatant display. Deciding to follow suit, he turned his attention back to his beer.

Christ, what the hell was he doing here? Tim took a swig of his lukewarm beer. He knew exactly why he was here. His sister and buddies gave him an intervention. Fucking intervention, for Christ’s sake.

“Tim, it’s been six months since Debra left you. It’s time you got back out there.”

That from his sister who never liked Deb to begin with. She loved sitting there tossing out the I told you so’s one after the other with a wide grin.

And his so-called friends, yeah, those bastards stood behind his adorable sister, adding fuel to the fire. Why couldn’t they let him work through this in his own way? Six months, fuck, that was nothing more than a tick of a clock compared to the two years he and Deb shared together. Did they actually expect him to forget everything as if it never happened?

“You’re not the same person.”

“You need your confidence back.”

“Find a woman looking for nothing but a good time and clear Deb out of your system.”

“Move on. You’re better off without her.”

On and on the advice spewed until he thought he’d lose his mind. It was either agree to this trip or become stark raving mad. He’d tried moving on in his own way. He put in extra hours at work, went to the gym and pumped iron until he was too tired to think about her. He had a handle on it.

Tim rubbed his hand over his face. Who was he kidding? He couldn’t stand himself either. Snarling and snapping at everyone, even himself. No wonder his sister and friends wanted him out of town. They got a vacation as well.
He lifted his head, casually scanned the bar and found a woman sitting at the other end, watching him. His first instinct was to look away. After two years of never noticing another woman because he thought he had the perfect one, it felt strange. Tim forced himself to glance in her direction again.

Yep, she still had her eyes focused in his direction. Pretty eyes, too. Warm, sparkly. He pulled his focus back to take in her entire face. Whoa, she was gorgeous—thick, lush lips, long, flowing chestnut-brown hair and bare shoulders. Those lips turned up into a brilliant smile that sent a punch to his gut.

She looked younger than him. Not that he was old. He never considered thirty-two a time to start picking out grave plots or anything. Still, she couldn’t be much more than early twenties.

His young admirer leaned forward and sealed those shiny, sinful lips around a straw while gazing at him. Tim’s throat dried up, bone, desert dry. An excited tingle hit his groin. Something he hadn’t felt in far too long. Even his brain woke up.
He must have looked pathetic because when she parted her lips and released the straw, she laughed. He took a quick peek into the mirror behind the bar and saw his stupid teenaged expression. Way to go, Rockwell. A sexy young woman makes eye contact with you and you freak the fuck out.

Doing his best to mask the eager virgin look with one of boredom, he lifted his beer and peered over the rim of the glass. Hottie stood up from her stool, grabbed her drink and started walking. Great, he chased her off. Chalk one up for the sad loser.

All that tingling in his thighs and lower abdomen fizzled away. “Guess I’ll never know what those lips can do,” he mumbled. Disgusted with himself, he gave one last look her way.
Holy hell, Hottie was still watching him and heading his way. No tingling this time. No, a full-blown fire flared to life in his jeans and spread as he got a good look at what she was wearing. That glove-tight, off-the-shoulder, deep-blue top she wore accentuated her full, perky breasts. As he forced his gaze to drop, he discovered said top stopped an inch above her navel.

Tim swallowed hard. A sexy navel with, God help him, a matching blue gem piercing. The sudden urge to lick it hit like a bolt of lightning. Did he jerk on his stool? Hold it together, moron. Don’t chase her away.
Before she made it to the stool beside him, he took in the tan shorts and ten miles of slender, sexy legs decorated at the feet with basic black sandals. He nearly groaned when he saw her toenails painted the exact shade of blue as her top and bellybutton piercing. Could toes be sexy? He never noticed before.

His admirer cocked her hip and slid onto the stool next to him. Tim fought to keep from panting. It wouldn’t look good to open his mouth and drool. Big fucking turn-off.

“Mind if I join you?”

Luscious heat soothed over his body at the sound of her rich, smoky voice. Added to that, a light ocean breeze scent settled around him. Jesus, she smelled as fresh and vibrant as she looked. Tim swallowed hard, nodded and hoped he didn’t sound like a pubescent teen when he spoke.

“Not at all.” He could feel his heart beat in his throat with each word.

“I’m Jasmine.” As she spoke she held out her hand.

Hoping his palms weren’t sweaty, Tim took her hand in his. “It’s nice to meet you, Jasmine.” He liked the way her name rolled off his tongue, and her firm but gentle handshake. “That’s a pretty name. I’m Tim.”

“It’s an old family name. Tell me, Tim, what brings you to Florida?”

More than a little surprised that she knew he wasn’t local, Tim chuckled. “That obvious?”

One slender, sun-kissed shoulder hiked up slightly in a shrug. “I’m good at reading people. It’s sort of a hobby.”

The tip of her finger slid around the rim of her glass. “Vacation,” he muttered, mesmerized by her gentle touch. What would it feel like to be touched like that?

“Are you having fun?” She picked up her glass, sealed her lips around the straw and drew the bright-yellow drink into her mouth.

God, she had phenomenal lips. A door opened on that part of his brain that he closed when he and Deb started dating. To hell with never noticing another woman’s mouth. That would be the first thing he looked at from now on.

“I am now.”

“You came here alone?” She set her glass down and lightly stroked the thin stem.

“Yeah, I’m here alone. My friends and family said I’ve been working too hard and wasn’t much fun anymore. I guess they thought I needed a change of scenery.” He’d been staring at the beach for nearly a week, half-ass watching all the young women running around barely covered. Jasmine was the first picture of beauty he’d seen.

“Well, let’s see if we can have some fun.”

Jasmine stood and sauntered toward the DJ. Tim nearly fell off his stool watching her long legs move, not to mention the perfect little sway of her hips. If this was a dream he didn’t want to wake up. Please, no one wake him up.
She smiled at the DJ, he leaned down and she spoke into his ear. After a quick nod and a huge-ass smile, she headed back toward the bar. Tim swigged his beer, hoping it would moisten his parched throat. No such luck. This woman burned him up.

A rocking little Spanish song blared out into the bar. Jasmine hooked her finger inside the front of his shirt and tugged him toward the dance floor. He had the image of himself following like a puppy with his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth.
“I don’t know how to dance,” he shouted over the music. Great, now he’d seriously look like a fool.

Jasmine smiled, put one hand on his shoulder, took his and placed it on her hip. “It’s not hard. Follow me.”
He expected some outrageous, gyrating, spaz attack dance. What he got was an easy one-two step with a little hip shimmy, and man did he enjoy feeling her hip beneath his palm. Halfway through the tune he realized he was smiling and laughing. Before he knew it, he found himself singing along. Sure, he didn’t have a clue what the words meant, but they rolled sweetly off his tongue, kind of like her name.

When the song ended she led him into another simple dance to a more modern tune. As everyone around them did the bump and grind, Jasmine moved more seductively. Tim loosely wrapped his arm around her waist as she swayed her hips. Every once in a while her breasts would brush against his chest. The slight, barely there whisper of soft flesh stole his breath, but not nearly as much as when she moved in closer, turned sideways and let her hip skim over his semi-erection.

He knew he had no business being with this vivacious woman. She dressed, moved and conducted herself with class. He wore a pair of faded jeans and classic white tee, moved to the music with a clumsy jerk and had no clue how to casually flirt. And he didn’t give a damn.

Jasmine made him smile, made him feel alive and worthwhile again. After six months of wallowing in self-pity, it felt good to have the attention of a beautiful woman.

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Whiskey Bottle Lover on its way!




Whiskey Bottle Lover is slated for release from Ellora's Cave on April 26, 2013


When Chance purchases an antique whiskey bottle, she doesn’t expect a “genie” in the form of a rugged, sexy cowboy to come with it. Hayes claims he can grant her every desire. Her yearnings don’t require wishes or magic, only his body. Hayes’ enchanted touch sparks pleasures that send her soaring back in time. Unable to ignore the strange, familiar draw between them or deny the erotic needs he fulfills, Chance sets out to keep him in her life forever. All she has to do is figure out the rules before her sexy lover disappears for good.

Too bad the rules are as ironclad as the shackles on his wrists and the hold he has on her heart. Before the clock runs out, Chance has to make a serious decision—give up the man she desperately wants or sacrifice an innocent soul. In the end, someone has to return to the bottle.

Sunday, February 24, 2013

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I have some ebooks that have been deeply discounted for my awesome readers. All my books are available at Amazon and discounted as well, but for the best price you want to visit the publisher, Ellora's Cave.



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Sunday, February 3, 2013

Excerpt of "Protect and Serve"

Looking for a little taste of "Protect and Serve"? Wondering what Kevin Stone's story is all about after you fell in love with him in "Spliced"?

Protect and Serve also availabe at Amazon, Sony, Barns and Noble, All Romance eBooks.


“Mind if I ask why you changed your number?” Kevin folded it in half and held it.

Tami shrugged. “Too many wrong numbers. This will stop it. How’s the woman?”

Again, she changed the subject so he rolled with it. “They’re keeping her overnight. I guess she has some deep bruising and a few broken ribs. Sounds like she’ll live.”

“For now, or until she wises up and leaves that worthless piece of crap. Next time she might not be so lucky.”
Her anger reflected in her eyes and he understood it. Seeing that type of violence up close affected a person. “We all have to make our own decisions.”

“I guess. So, you want your usual tonight or are you willing to walk on the wild side for a change?”

“I’m thinking it’s time I check out the wild side. See what it has to offer. What do you suggest?”

Tami crossed her arms beneath her breasts, jacking the soft orbs up and giving him a peek at her cleavage. “You like surprises, cop?”

“I’m beginning to,” he answered and then chuckled. Oh yeah, he could see a surprise around every corner with her.

“Good.” Tami jotted something down on her order pad, looked up, winked and then hustled away.

Kevin couldn’t stop watching her tiny ass as she departed. His sweaty palms actually itched to hold her bottom and feel if it was as taut as it looked. They’d been playing this game for months now, flirting and sizing each other up. He definitely wanted more.
Tami returned a few moments later with a plate of baked ham, mashed potatoes and a side of applesauce. Normally he ordered steak, but he had to admit, this looked and smelled good. He couldn’t help wonder what she’d bring him for dessert.

“I’ll get you a drink, is there anything else you’d like?”

“Actually, yes.” Kevin looked up from his plate and met her gaze. “I’d like to take you out as soon as possible. Think you can handle that?”

Tami blinked twice, the smile on her face fading briefly and sending his heart plummeting to his gut. He couldn’t have read her wrong. Impossible.

And then, just like that, she lit up. Her eyes sparkling and her smile dazzling. “I think I can. In fact, I’m pretty sure I can. What about you, cop? Are you sure you’re ready for a woman like me?”

“I’m a cop, I’m trained to handle anyone,” he replied, ready to forgo dinner and drag her out now.

“Be sure now,” she warned. “I guarantee you’ve never dated someone like me.”

Kevin leaned back in the booth. “I have no doubt and that’s why I’m asking. How’d you get to work?”

“Walked.”

“What time do you plan on getting out of here?”

“Ten at the latest.”

“How about I take you for a late-night dessert and then drop you off at home?” He hadn’t planned this. But he couldn’t wait for a formal date. She intrigued him.

“Sounds fun. You don’t mind me being in my uniform?”

Yeah, he did, but that was his cock talking and not his brain. “If you want to take it off, I’m good with that.” Kevin wiggled his eyebrows and Tami burst out laughing.

“We’ll see, cop. We’ll see.” She left him then, went about checking on her tables and bussing the dirty dishes.
Kevin ate slow, enjoying the view far more than the cuisine, not that he had any gripes about it. The ham tasted out of this world and the potatoes were homemade, not flakes you simply added water to. Maybe he’d start letting Tami surprise him more often. The diner crowd thinned out, letting Tami and Tess get a jump-start on cleaning. When Tami finished prepping the other tables for the morning rush, she headed his way.

“How’d you like it?” she asked, and then picked up his dirty dishes.

“Excellent. Got any more surprises for me?” He shot her a daring glance, anticipating her quick, witty response.

Tami set the dishes down, turned and plopped in his lap. Her arms circled his neck and her lips were only a breath away from his. Kevin instinctively settled his hand over her rib cage and let his other rest on her thigh.

“I’m full of them,” she whispered, drawing his attention to her lips. “Question is, are you man enough to deal with them?”

Something inside him surged forward. Like a hidden animal finally set free and starving for what she offered. None of his other dates had dared be so forward in public.

Tami’s fingers threaded through the short hairs on the back of his neck as she adjusted herself in his lap. The movement and her touch brought his groin to life. No hiding the erection growing and pressing into her hip. And, from that sassy little smile on her face, she felt it.

“That answer your question?”

“So, the attraction goes both ways,” she muttered. They sat there, him drawing little circles on her thigh with his thumb and she driving him wild with her fingers caressing his scalp.

She brought out the eager, pure male side of him. That part he kept hidden from the rest of the world. His mother and father had taught him to show respect for women and not treat them like sexual objects, and he did. Tami, she made him want to forget it all,
throw caution and etiquette to the wind. She made him feel like a man with her forward ways and unapologetic wants.

She must have been able to read his thoughts, because her eyes dilated and she sucked in a sharp breath. “Hold that thought, cop. I’ll get out of here as soon as I can.”

When she made a move to abandon his lap, his grip on her thigh and ribs grew tighter. She stilled, smiled and then cupped his face and traced the pad of her thumb over his bottom lip. A small voice chattered somewhere in the back of his brain, scolding him for acting this way with a woman he barely knew. Except he did know her. They’d been dancing around this very night for months now. He’d just been too blind to see it.

Tami extracted herself from his lap, grabbed his dishes and gave him one last heated, hungry look before disappearing into the kitchen. Kevin groaned, scrubbed his face hard with his hands and wondered where the hell he’d left his common sense. Right now, at this second, he had no qualms about taking her back to his place, stripping her bare and enjoying every square inch of her body. He’d never entertained that idea with other women he took out for the first time.

Yet, when he looked into Tami’s gorgeous eyes, he knew he wouldn’t have to hold back. He could be the man he wanted to be with her and she’d be right there with him. Meeting him head on and giving as good as she got. Who the hell walked away from that?

The door to the diner opened. Kevin glanced up and stiffened when he saw Peterson stagger in. The guy obviously had a good drunk going from the looks of him. Harmless as a butterfly sober, he could be a vicious drunk. Kevin still hadn’t forgiven the man for putting bruises on Tami a few weeks back.

Tami came through the swinging kitchen door, saw Peterson and stopped dead in her tracks. Kevin zeroed in on her, watched as her face went blank after a quick look of dread. She didn’t look to him for support or help; instead she straightened her spine, jutted out her chin and kept a good distance between herself and Peterson.

“What can I get you, Mr. Peterson?”

“Food, dammit,” he slurred. “Why the hell else would I come in this fucking place?”

“What kind of food would you like?”

Kevin’s hand slid to the side of the table, curled around the edge and gripped tight. One move, that was all it would take and he’d be on that man like the plague.

“I don’t know,” he snapped. “Give me a sandwich.”

Tami rubbed her temples. “I’ll see what Oscar has he can throw together for you.”

“You do that,” Peterson muttered, nearly falling off the stool at the counter.

Tami disappeared into the kitchen and Kevin kept watch on the man. It drove him nuts to see good people morph into blistering assholes after a night of heavy drinking. If the man wanted to get wasted, he should confine himself to home and stay there.

Peterson grunted, huffed and then stood and swayed as he tried to see back into the kitchen. After a few incoherent mutters, he plunked himself down on the stool again. Each ticking second made the man more frustrated. By the time Tami returned with the sandwich, Peterson’s pickled attitude had gotten worse, if that was possible.

“Here you go, Mr. Peterson.” She set the small plate on the counter in front of him and backed away quickly.
The man studied the food, mumbled and then began to eat. Tami continued about her business, making sure to keep out of arm’s length of Peterson. Ten minutes later Peterson shoved his plate away, stood and damn near fell over. As he headed for the door, Kevin slid from the booth.

“I’m gonna follow him, make sure he gets home. I’ll be back,” he told Tami. He didn’t like the idea of Peterson roaming the streets in this condition. It was a disaster waiting to happen. Someone would either run him over or he’d pick a fight with some teens.

She nodded and gave him a halfhearted smile. “I’ll be waiting.”

Peterson staggered the two blocks to his home. Kevin waited in the shadows until the man finally unlocked his door and disappeared inside. After taking a relieved breath, Kevin rushed back to the diner.

He found Tami standing alone in the dark outside. “You should have waited inside,” he told her and then held out his hand.

She took two steps toward him, slipped her hand into his and they walked side by side to his car. “I knew you wouldn’t be long. Besides, Oscar is the only one of us who has the code for the alarm. I take it Mr. Peterson made it home without any trouble?”

When they reached his car, Kevin unlocked the passenger side door and opened it. “He’s tucked away for the night.”

Tami slid in the seat, her skirt riding high and exposing more silky flesh on her thigh. Kevin couldn’t tear his gaze away. She had sexy, long legs and he wondered how they’d feel wrapped around his waist. That primal need to have her surged again, but Kevin shoved it back. He shut the door, walked around the car and slid behind the wheel.

Since he promised her dessert, he drove to the local ice cream parlor only a few blocks away. She ordered a double scoop, one coconut and one chocolate cherry. He ordered a small dish of plain vanilla and they took a seat outside on the bench.

“Here, try this,” Tami said, taking his spoon and loading it with both flavors. “It tastes like a coconut candy.”

She fed him the ice cream, but Kevin barely tasted it. All he could think about doing was tasting her lips. “Good,” he muttered.

“It’s my favorite.” Her tongue darted out and gave a long, slow lick of the cold, creamy concoction and, after eating it, she swiped her tongue across her bottom lip.

All the blood in his head drained and rushed to his cock. Even his lungs froze momentarily. Tami didn’t seem to notice, instead diving into her ice cream and enjoying every torturous lick.

“How long do you suppose we’ve known each other?” she asked, and then ran her tongue around the rim of the cone.

Kevin’s cock twitched and throbbed. “Three months,” he answered.

Tami nodded. “That’s what I thought. Aren’t you going to eat your ice cream?”

Kevin looked down at the dish in his hand. Damn, he forgot he had it. “Not really hungry.” He gazed back at her, her red hair sparkling in the pole light. “I’m having more fun watching you.”

A grin tugged at the corner of her lips, but she didn’t miss one beat. Her tongue worked, swirled and lapped away. Kevin’s insides fluttered and roiled as if he were a rocket ready for launch. An image of her working him like that, sucking and slurping, repeated over and over inside his brain. The damn woman knew what she was doing to him.

“I’m twenty-seven years old. I don’t judge people, live life to the fullest and I’m willing to try anything once. I’ve never been arrested. I pick up strays and care for them until I can find them homes and I love a good time. My philosophy, you only live once, might as well make the most of it. There, you know everything there is to know about me. What about you?”

Jesus, she was a whirlwind. Blowing through, scattering his good sense to the four corners of hell and leaving him excited and horny. “I’m twenty-nine, a cop, believe everyone deserves a second chance, try to see the good in everyone and have always thought things through before acting. But you are testing my patience.”

She tilted her head to the side and frowned. “Why?”

“I should take you home before I do something I’ll regret.” Kevin tossed his uneaten ice cream into the garbage can next to the bench and stood. “Come on, trouble.”

“Did I do something wrong?” Hurt filled her beautiful blue eyes and her lush lips pouted.

God help him, he wanted to kiss her. “No.” He took her hand and helped her to her feet and then pulled her up against him. “I don’t jump into bed with women on the first date,” he whispered. “I’m old-fashioned that way.” He lifted her hand holding the cone and took a slow lick of the ice cream. “You are poking a sleeping dragon, teasing me like this. You make me feel things I’ve never felt with another woman before.”

“And that scares you?”

“No. Just the opposite.” He wasn’t the least bit scared. She excited him, made him feel out of control and he liked it.

“What’s wrong with that?” She pressed her body tight against him, snuggling in.

What was wrong with that? He had no answer for her. A group of loud teens came out of the building. Kevin released his hold on her slightly but didn’t let her go. “First date,” he muttered, as the teens walked past them, more to regain control over himself than anything.

When they’d gone, he led her back to the car, helped her in and slid behind the wheel.

“So you’re saying if this was what, our third or fourth date, that would be okay?”

Kevin started the car. “Yeah.” He pulled out and headed toward her apartment. Okay, so maybe it didn’t make sense to her, and right now it didn’t make a whole lot of sense to him. Hell, nothing did. He couldn’t think straight because every bit of blood in his body had converged in one particular area. Still, he liked Tami and would not disrespect her by sleeping with her on their first date. It was the way he did things.

“We ate dinner together one night two months ago, remember? I was on break and you invited me to join you? That could technically be considered our first date.”

Kevin grinned. Yeah, he remembered. They’d talked and laughed and he had one hell of an erotic dream about her that night.

“A couple of weeks later we ran into each other at the grocery store and talked for about an hour. That should count for something.”
Kevin wanted to groan. She was killing him.

“What about that night Mr. Peterson grabbed me and you held ice on my wrist? Who else would have done that for me?”

Kevin turned down the street to her apartment. Why was she so hell bent on getting him in bed? “You’re reaching, Tami,” he growled. Honestly, she was winning him over.

They parked, he slid from the car and opened her door.

“So this could be considered our fourth date.”
He kept his mouth closed as he walked her to her door. His body and brain waged a silent war as the seconds ticked off. Would he go in with her, or leave?

“You are afraid,” she whispered, unlocking her door. “That’s okay.” Tami put her keys inside her purse and then looked him square in the eye. “I don’t want to make you do something you’re uncomfortable with. Not everyone gets my need to live in the moment and that’s fine. Thanks for the ride and the ice cream. I guess I’ll see you in two days.”

He caught a brief look of rejection in her eyes as she turned to go inside. He wasn’t rejecting her. He wanted her, damn it, so why not follow her through the door? His body wanted to move, but his brain had put a lockdown on all ambulatory function.
“G’night, cop,” she told him with a bright smile before she closed the door.

In the span of a few seconds, everything she said on the drive here replayed in his head. They’d spent time together, maybe not in the traditional sense, but they’d probably talked more than most do on a date. She’d given him the quick rundown on herself at the ice cream parlor, things he already knew. He wanted her, God, he really wanted her and she wanted him. They were both adults, able to make their own decisions.

On the other side of that door waited a woman he knew could change his world if he let her. She’d already touched some primal part of him deep inside, what else could she do? His mind raced for long moments with the possibilities. Each passing minute heated his blood and hardened his body. Kevin decided he really wanted to find out.

He rapped hard on the door a few times, waited a couple of seconds and then knocked again. The sound of locks being tripped and the wooden door rattling made his cock swell. Tami Cassidy was about to get a taste of the monster she released.
The door opened slowly and there she stood in a short T-shirt that barely reached the top of her thighs. And oh what glorious thighs they were. His breath hitched as his gaze roamed up and he realized he could see through the thin material. Large, pink nipples stabbed against her shirt and all reasoning disappeared.

Kevin took a step inside, pushed the door closed and smiled. “You win.”